Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.
The winds were blowing from west to east, pushing Abby’s boat toward the rocks as Abby struggled with the autopilots below. If Wild Eyes reached those islands, she wouldn’t run aground, keel in the sand. She would be smashed into pieces.abby sunderland
But the more times she missed, the faster she’d be traveling when she finally slammed into the mast. And it wasn’t if she hit the mast; it was when. At that point, Abby would be either severely injured or dead.abby sunderland
Marianne tried to stay hopeful. But slowly her imagination bulldozed her optimism aside and pushed her mind into a dark place. There, she saw Abby tethered to the boat in her bright red foul-weather gear, being dragged along dead in the sea.abby sunderland
Just like that, a single phone call erased one possible, horrendous future and replaced it with the bright certainty that God had answered the prayers of thousands and that their beloved Abby was coming home.abby sunderland